He’s rough, he’s dirty, he’s disciplining an heiress. No problem, right?

It’s been a long night for Gage working door security at the Fortune Club on Sixth Avenue. Dealing with fist-happy drunks and hot to trot women might be part of his job description, but at four in the morning, he’s not loving his career. And his crappy night is about to get worse when he steps in to save a woman from a potentially ugly situation. Now he’s left with a semi-conscious girl on his hands and the club is closing. What else can he do but take her home to let her sleep it off? The trouble with that plan is she’s a wealthy ice princess and he’s an ex-con from the wrong side of town.

Anna remembers going to the Fortune Club, but not much about leaving. When she wakes up in a strange apartment occupied by one of the biggest men she’s ever seen, she wonders what exactly happened. When she insults and accuses him, she discovers he’s not a man to be trifled with. Frankly, he won’t tolerate her bratty behavior and when he disciplines her, she learns the hard way not to push him too far. She leaves but can’t stop thinking about Gage and wanting to be over his knee and in his bed again.

This is book two in the Misters of Manhattan series with a happily ever after and can be enjoyed independently.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger, sensual scenes, and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.


Send her home, you fool. She’s trouble.

Placing his palms to the brick wall either side of her shoulders, he leaned in. “Go home, Anna, and tell your fiancé he’s a useless prick in bed. Tell him that his bride-to-be likes it rough. Tell him whatever the fuck you want as long as it’s the truth. Then maybe you and he can get busy so you’re not hanging around here looking to get your ass smacked.”

Her face turned scarlet. “I don’t like being smacked. I hate it, you gross man.”

“Yeah, I’m gross and coarse and every other word you can dream up in that pretty little head of yours. But when you roll around in the mud with lowlifes like me, that’s what you get. But you want to roll around in the mud and get dirty, don’t you princess?”

She went into denial just as he knew she would. “No.”

He slid his hand between her legs, felt her widen her stance like she couldn’t help herself. “Yes, ma’am, you want me to spank your butt and fuck your pussy right now. Am I right?”

She looked shocked by the words and but even as he stroked her, he saw her face struggling to hide the obvious.

“Am I right, girl?”

She swallowed. Turned her head from him. Finally whispered, “Yes.”

He almost felt sorry for her. “Playing with fire will get you burned, Anna. You really want to do this?”

Her answer was to push up on her toes, trying to reach his mouth with her own. He gave up. He couldn’t stop her desire any more than he could ignore his own. The princess had him so hard, he could come in his pants. 

Curving his hands over her butt, he lifted her off the ground to hold her to his groin while he claimed her in a kiss. He could feel her sex rubbing against his erection, her breasts crushed against his chest and her breath hot against his as she mated her tongue with his. When he finally tore away from her mouth, they were both panting and he was done arguing over whether this was the right thing to do. This madness had to play out to its inevitable end. One night, that’s all it would be. One night. No regrets. Finished.

Putting her down, he grabbed her hand and towed her down the alley to his Harley where he held out his bike coat and spare helmet. 

“Put these on.”

“Um… I’m not sure…”

“Don’t you say a damn word.”